Rox In the Box

Get the rox in the box

Get the water right down to your socks

This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones

We all do what we can

We endure our fellow man

And we sing our songs

To the headframe's creaks and moans

And it's one, two, three

On the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for?

What were you meant for?

And it's seven, eight, nine

You get your shovel back in line

And if you ever make it to ten

You won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten

You won't make it again

And you won't make a dime

On this gray Granite Mountain mine

Of dirt you're made and to dirt, you will return

So while we're living here

Let's get this little one thing clear

There's plenty of men to die

You don't jump your turn

And it's one, two, three

On the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for?

What were you meant for?

And it's seven, eight, nine

You get your shovel back in line

And if you ever make it to ten

You won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten

You won't make it again

And it's one, two, three

On the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for?

Whatever you're meant for

And it's seven, eight, nine

You get your shovel back in line

And if you ever make it to ten

You won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten

You won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten

You won't make it again